At the park under a tree

Damyan sat under a tree in the park with his bunny in his lap as he sketched. He was a little lonely but scared to meet anyone else at all. He was drawing a smiling demon and it was meant to make people laugh if anyone ever saw it. He hugged his bunny close and sighed. His bangs covered his eyes and he looked more like a female once more.

Simon thought it was a nice day out side to go for a walk, so he decided to head on out and get some fresh air. He made his way to the park and looked up at the blue sky, thinking about his time at the academy so far. It wasn't the best time he has ever had, but he decided to make it work somehow. He sighed as he walked past a tree. He then spotted, from the corner of his eye, someone sitting by the tree drawing. He stopped, noticing it was Amir's friend, Damyan, and peered over his shoulder to look at what he was drawing. "Ah, your a very nice artist, Damyan." He said with a smile.

He heard Simons voice and jumped, letting out a small yelp as he did so. HE didnt hear anyone go near him and he thought he was alone. "T-T-Thank you..." He said very quietly as he looked at the grass. HE was never told he was good or anything like that, he was usually insulted.

Simon then felt a bit bad for scaring Damyan like that. "I'm sorry for giving you a fright there, Damyan." He said appoligetically. He looked at the picture once more and saw that it was a smiling demon. He chuckled a bit, understanding the comedic effect it was supposed to have. "That's a good drawing."

"Thanks...I dont normally hear that, or have people show up behind me." He looked up at Simon with his seemingly glowing green eyes. His bangs still hid his face but his eyes could be seen. "What brings you herre?"

Simon smiled. "I vas just out for a little walk. Its a nice day today, and I needed some fresh air. Vat are you doing out here all alone? It must be pretty lonely for you, Damyan." Simon said, observing that there was no one else at the park except for him and Damyan.

W-what did he just say? Crap...I couldn't understand him that well.... Simon chuckled and smiled nervously, a bit embarassed. "I'm sorry, but can you repeat that last part again? I couldn't quite understand what you said..."

"My accent? Oh, vell, I come from Romania." Simon said with a proud smile, unknowingly showing his long canines. He would be suprised if Damyan even knew where or what Romania was, because barely anyone knew. Sure, people heard of Dracula, but most people didn't know that Translvania was IN Romania.

"Oh, haha, yes I do. And actually, my ancestry can be traced all the way down to Vlad III, otherwise known as Count Dracula. I'm very proud of being a descendent of a national hero like him." Simon said with a smile. Mostly all Romanians thought of Vlad III in that way.

"Yes, he vas. But most people think of him as a monster, and I have no idea vhy they vould come to that conclusion. He saved the country from disease and poverty." Simon, explained, wondering what people thought. "So, vhere do you come from? Your accent sounds familiar..."

"Oh, vell that kind of explains it. Is Norway a nice place? I've never been there because I spent all of my life in Romania." Simon left the part out where he lived in Germany for a year to be in a mental institution because he didn't want to creep Damyan out or anything.

"Its a nice place but they tried to kill me half the time. they thought I was danerous." People thought Damyan was seriously messed up in the head and tried to kill him or once they put him in a straitjacket And tried to get him mental help.

"Really? That's exactly vhat happened to me in Romania." Simon said in a suprised tone. He was starting to think that Damyan and him had more in common than he originally thought. "Except they tried to lock me in coffins, drive stakes though my heart, and feed me garlic." Simon shivered at the thought. "And unfortunately I'm terribly allergic to garlic."

"Yeah, same here, except I'm can take most medicines. I don't particularly like to take them because I don't trust them all to much. I have no clue vhats in those medications, so I get a bit on edge vhenever I absolustely have to take them."

"I know how you feel, Damyan..." Simon said empathetically, thinking about the whole long year he had forcibly spent in that mental insitution. They had done all sorts of things; lock him in tiny rooms, put him in a straight jacket, and even put unknown medicines into him.

He hugged his bunny closer to him as a way to comfort himself from the memories. He remembered the blood he had lost, the scars he had and the whole time he would hear laughing, mocking him, voices telling him things.

Simon shook the bad memories out of his head and smiled down at Damyan. "Vell, let's not dvell on bad memories, okay? How about ve go and do something fun?" Simon said cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He wanted to make Damyan at least a little happier.